What? You opened a resort on the battlefield of all races?

Chapter 498

Xu Tianlin's perception transformed into a vast net that enveloped the entire planet.

Those world anchors hidden deep in the mountains and rivers then become clear. Emerald roots entwine around them, and life energy seeps in layer by layer, like ink seeping into rice paper, slowly, but irreversibly.

More than two-thirds.

Xu Tianlin quickly figured out the situation.

More than two-thirds of the world's anchor points on this planet have already been eroded by the Azure Star.

If things continue at this pace, the remaining ones probably won't last much longer either.

First, occupy the anchor point, then use the anchor point to influence the rules of heaven and earth, and finally refine the planet's origin.

The star lord of Canghuan Star is walking quite steadily.

Unfortunately, after all that work, the property deed is now in my hands.

As soon as Xu Tianlin had a thought, the planet beneath his feet gave him a clear response.

Deep within the earth, the dormant primordial power rippled with his will.

Those roots that were firmly entangled on the anchor point suddenly seemed less difficult to deal with in his perception.

If he so desires, he can mobilize his source at any time to expel all the power left here by Canghuan Star.

It's like buying a foreclosed property, only to find someone still living inside when you open the door.

With all the necessary paperwork in place, you can directly apply for forced eviction.

Xu Tianlin rubbed the cup with his fingertip.

Eviction is easy.

If you drive everyone away, where will you earn star clusters?

You can't just stand in an empty forest and expect the trees to line up and buy tickets, can you?

As he was pondering this, his gaze suddenly sharpened.

In the southern part of the planet, a violent energy surge crashed into our senses. Immediately afterward, a muffled tremor followed.

Xu Tianlin's figure flashed and disappeared from the spot.

Before Emerson could react, the space around him folded gently, taking him along with him.

The next moment, a scorching wind rushed towards me.

Below lies a desolate wasteland repeatedly ravaged by war.

The scorched earth stretched into the distance, thick smoke billowing from the cracks. A broken spear, half-pierced, was stuck among the rubble, lifted by the tremors, and then fell heavily back down.

boom!

A giant wooden hand slammed into the ground.

Smoke and dust billowed as several demon soldiers clad in black armor retreated, shields denting instantly, their arms cracking with a sickening sound.

"withstand!"

Someone gritted their teeth and shouted, their voice hoarse from being choked by blood and foam.

The next instant, a jet-black halberd flashed across the dust and smoke.

The giant hand was severed at the wrist, and then the massive body was also cut in half at the waist, crashing into the array of treants behind it.

Splinters of wood flew like a torrential rain.

A figure landed in front of the demon soldiers, flicked the halberd to the side, and the emerald juice hanging on the blade was immediately shaken off.

He was an extremely young demon youth.

His black hair was tied back with a tattered cloth, a few strands of wet hair clinging to his forehead. His face was thin, his brow bone sharp, and his dark red eyes reflected the firelight.

Two gray-white demonic horns, curving backward, grew from the side of his forehead. One of them was missing its tip, and the broken surface was still covered with dark red bloodstains that had not yet been washed away.

The black armor was cracked in several places.

The left shoulder armor plate was missing, and the exposed shoulder was wrapped in bandages. Blood had already soaked through the fabric and flowed down the arm to the fingers holding the halberd.

"Lord Shuoyang!"

A demon soldier staggered forward, half a wooden splinter embedded in his chest.

"They're pressing up from the east again! The brothers at the back can't hold on much longer!"

The young man looked back.

In the middle of the wilderness, a black stone monument stands on a dilapidated altar.

The monument was covered in cracks, and a dark luster flowed along the cracks, barely holding back the surging demonic energy around it.

That was a world anchor point that had not yet been lost.

Behind the altar, wounded demon soldiers huddled among the rubble. Some pressed their severed arms, while others leaned on their companions to stay upright, yet still clutched their weapons.

Shuoyang withdrew his gaze and slammed his halberd heavily to the ground.

"We must hold this anchor point!"

His voice wasn't loud, but it drowned out the surrounding roar.

"The shield wall moves inward, and the wounded retreat behind the monument!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he charged out to meet the treants surging from the east.

Xu Tianlin stood in the void, his eyebrows slightly raised.

"Eternity?"

The aura of this young demon king had clearly reached the Eternal Realm.

The tree-men besieging this place were all Mahayana practitioners.

They are covered with layers of bark, have thick trunks, and have tangled vines hanging from their joints.

Deep within his chest, clusters of emerald light pulsed slowly, illuminating the face with only indistinct features through the cracks in the wood grain.

With each step, roots burrow into the soil. The entire wilderness trembles beneath their feet.

Emerson instinctively shrank back.

The emerald light emanating from the treants' chests made his face appear even more grim. He stole a glance at Xu Tianlin, and seeing that the other was only focused on the battlefield, he swallowed back the explanation that was already on the tip of his tongue.

Shuoyang swept his halberd horizontally, and demonic energy condensed along the halberd's blade into a crescent moon.

Before the charging treant could even throw a punch, its chest was sliced ​​open. Black Moon, its momentum undiminished, continued to tear apart the bodies behind it, carving a gap in the dense formation.

While the shattered pieces of wood were still in mid-air, Shuoyang had already raised his hand and pressed them down.

Black flames roared up.

The entire wreckage crackled and popped as it burned, even the pulsating emerald orbs of light disintegrated in the flames.

The demon soldiers perked up and roared as they cut down the approaching vines, finally stabilizing the shield formation somewhat.

But Shuoyang's face showed no sign of relaxation.

He stared at the sea of ​​fire, his grip on the halberd tightening.

Beneath the scorched earth, tender shoots quietly emerge.

The life energy that permeates heaven and earth converges here, and the emerald light threads wrap around the charred and blackened roots, re-outlining the body's contours.

The wooden framework opened up, the bark quickly covered it, and the broken vines sprouted new branches.

As the black flames subsided, the gap that had just been cleared was once again filled with treants.

They raised their heads, and the green light in their eye sockets lit up simultaneously.

"here we go again……"

One of the demon soldiers trembled.

He still had splinters stuck in his shoulder, but the tree-man he had desperately chopped apart had already grown back a whole arm.

The tree man did not pause.

Roots tore through the soil and burrowed into the base of the shield formation. Vines lashed out from behind, carrying pebbles and drawing out the air with a sharp, crackling sound.

Shuoyang leaped into the air, and his halberd flew out of his hand.

A dark light pierced the tree-man's chest, pinning it to the distant mountain wall. The entire rock face collapsed with a deafening roar, burying the tree-men that followed beneath it.

He clenched his five fingers, and the halberd flew back.

Before I could even get a firm grip, a gasp came from behind me.

Shuoyang suddenly turned around, forcefully reversing his momentum, and smashed a wooden spear that was piercing towards the wounded man with his halberd shaft.

The bandage on my shoulder came undone.

Fresh blood was flowing out, but he didn't even have time to look down at it.

All around, the azure light had gathered again.

The power of the Eternal Realm was enough to crush these treants, but each time he made a move, he had to expend his own demonic energy.

Beneath the treant's feet lies a life energy that almost covers the entire planet.

Chop one batch up, and then replace it with another.

They don't even need to breathe.

As the treant fell, a demon soldier raised his sword to stab at the ball of light in its chest. As soon as the blade pierced through, new roots sprouted from its feet.

He was dragged to his knees, and his companion rushed over to cut the restraints. The two helped each other back behind their shields, but they could no longer raise their swords.

The number of demon soldiers behind Shuoyang dwindled, the shield formation continued to shrink, and the footprints in the mud were covered with blood.

An elderly demon soldier braced his shield with his shoulder, his hands already split open, yet he still managed to pull his unsteady companion back into the formation.

"Don't fall! If you fall any further, you'll be right at the foot of the monument!"

Shuoyang heard it.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, then suddenly withdrew his halberd.

"Everyone, return to the altar!"

Several demon soldiers carried the wounded man and staggered toward the stone tablet.

The tree-man then pressed down.

Shuoyang stood alone before the altar, gripping his halberd with both hands, and plunged the halberd's tip into the ground beneath his feet.

Dark red demonic patterns suddenly lit up through the gaps in the armor.

The lines climbed up his neck and cheeks, but his face quickly turned pale.

"Demon Realm -"

Shuoyang raised his head, and a line of blood-red light ignited deep within his crimson eyes.

"Permanent!"

Boom!

The black stone tablet on the altar trembled violently.

The remaining demonic energy underground was completely stirred up, surging up the halberd into the sky and transforming into jet-black chains.

The chains interlocked and locked onto the edge of the wilderness, then converged towards the center, creating a dark canopy.

The first tree-man to rush in crashed into the sky, its chest collapsing instantly.

Thick vines followed closely, whipping the dark curtain and causing it to ripple violently, yet they could not penetrate it.

Shuoyang pressed his palms against the halberd shaft, blood seeping continuously from between his fingers.

The last chain closed.

The remaining abyssal territory was finally sealed off, and the surging azure light from the outside world was also shut out by that black curtain.

The heavy impacts continue.

Behind the altar, someone finally released their grip on the knife. The soft thuds of weapons hitting the ground echoed as the wounded, biting their clothes, pulled out the splinters embedded in their flesh. A demon soldier, his face covered in soot, unscrewed a water pouch, didn't drink from it himself, but bent down and brought the pouch to his companion's lips.

With each tremor of the sky, Shuoyang's shoulders swayed slightly.

He let go, and suddenly stumbled.

The demon soldier beside him quickly helped him up, but touched a cold hand.

Shuoyang leaned against the halberd and slowly sat down, looking up at the black curtain above his head that was constantly rippling.

"This time..."

His voice was soft, revealing an undeniable weariness.

"I wonder how much longer I can hold on..."

In the void, Xu Tianlin watched this scene, his gaze shifting from the treant to the black curtain, and then sweeping over the wounded demon soldiers.

Healing, recovery, rest...

A thought suddenly popped into my head.

His eyes gradually brightened, and he raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

How did Americans become wealthy?

"It's just profiting from the war!"

Those previously scattered thoughts quickly connected at this moment.

The locations for branch stores, the sources of customers, and the services they should be paid for have all been determined.

A complete plan to make money from the resort had already taken shape in his mind.